Sweep Me Off My Feet
Part 1/?
Disclaimer: Don't own em.though we all wish we did.
Notes: When I read Goblet of Fire I was very sad to see Mr. Barty Crouch Senior be killed by his son. So as a dedicated fan I decided to just forget he was killed and had a son(that ungrateful little brat!). There may be more mistake son plot of characters and such but I truly wanted it this way! Well read on and enjoy!
Summary: Loverina is an ever-famous writer for the Daily Prophet: Head in charge in fact. Her most recent target: Oliver Wood. Can Oliver 'keep his cool' with the Quidditch World Cup so close? And can Angie and Percy find a way to sort out all the mishaps that are domed to happen during their new assignment? Add a little bit of Bartemius Crouch's meddlesome matchmaking into all of this and you're sure to have a fanfic to boot! So go on and read on I DARE YA!
***Dragon Heart Café***
"Oh that woman is so infuriating!" Oliver cried and slammed the latest addition of the Daily Prophet down on the café table. The picture of him on the front page with the article titled, Hollow Wood?, taunting him. His face was read in anger as he looked around the small room at his close friends. It was Tuesday, the day that he and his friends spent going over life, work and the latest news and such.
"I can't believe it! I say one thing and she exaggerates it so far from the truth it can't even be considered the truth!"
"Oi Oliver calm down!" Cory Marques, the Puddlemore Seeker, laughed and patted him on the back, "At least she was nice about it this time."
Oliver breathed deeply and glared at a pair of strangely quiet red heads. "Well George? Fred? Any comments from the Peanut gallery?"
"No cap'in!" Fred said jokingly and saluted his former Gryffindor captain from Hogwarts. George snickered and bit his tongue as Fred barely missed Oliver's fist coming towards his head.
Oliver groaned and put his heads in his hands and leaned his elbows on the table, "Why is it that she always seems to get the trash on me? How's she finding it all out?"
Suddenly the dinging of bells from the doorway made the three companions of Wood look up. Fred and George groaned and slouched in their chairs as they saw their elder brother.
"Hello Oliver! Cory!" Percy paused as he reached the table and glared at his brothers, "Fred, George."
They all muttered small replies and Percy took that as his sign as he sat in the last seat at the table. Oliver looked up with hooded eyes at his friend, "Hey Perc, read the paper today?"
"Of course." Percy smiled lightly and rubbed his eyes, "Honestly Oliver its not that big of a deal. It was a well written article."
Oliver groaned and slouched in his chair, "You'll be saying that when she starts writing discriminating articles about YOU!"
Percy shook his head at this and waved for a waiter to come over.
The blond woman chewed on the end of her pencil lightly, "What can I get for you? The usual I suspect?"
Percy nodded graciously at her and turned back to Oliver. "Come on it'll be ok!"
"Oh stuff it Perc he feels bad enough without your artificial happiness oozing over him." Fred glared at him and reached over stealing a fry from Cory's plate.
Cory glared and kicked him under the table, "Watch it Weasley or I might be forced to kill the one thing standing between you and your children." Fred jumped and instinctively covered his crouch area.
Oliver laughed and sat up, "Ok I'm done being all gloomy now.So, I heard there was a new member on the staff of the Ministry.in your department I believe," He grinned at Percy, "I hear she's quite the looker for a brain that is."
Percy blinked, "Umm.well I haven't met her yet, I've been kinda busy with the new assignment and all."
George laughed at this, "Figures! Percy if you don't get a girlfriend soon mom's gonna start thinking your gay!"
"George its you I'm worried about, remember I just got out of a five year relationship." Percy said bitterly.
As Fred was about to reply for his brother the door jingled yet again and another familiar face walked in. However unlike before Oliver wasn't even close to being as happy to see this person.
"Oh great here comes the brawd now!" Oliver sat there watching th woman's movements.
She walked over towards the front of the café and sat at an empty booth and immediately got out a parchment and began reading.
Oliver got to his feet, "I'm gonna go give her a piece of my mind!" Before any of them could stop him he walked over to the beautiful lady and sat down angrily in front of her.
Percy sipped his just arrived butterbeer, "He' setting himself up you know."
"Yes he is Percy, yes he is.." Cory laughed and kicked Fred in the shin.
Loverina read over the letter from her friend over and over again and yet she still found it hilarious. The whole letter was just her friend, Angie, complaining. About her ex, about her job, about her lack of boyfriends, and well about everything and anything.
She giggled slightly as she read over the last line again, 'And so I leave you now, to go and engage myself in more useless chatter with the lackeys of Crouch.'
If Loverina, or Rina as Angie affectionately called her, hadn't spent half of her life knowing Angie she might have been offended or scared at this attitude. But alas, having known Angie had its advantages. For example, she never had to worry about not having a letter in the mail. In fact it was Angie who with much persuasion had convinced her to write her famous romance novel, 'The Moonlit Beach.'
She was about to put the letter away when a voice said dryly from in front of her, "Seem to be enjoying the letter.what'd you do steal it from some unsuspecting victim of your next rumor."
Rina smiled and set the letter down, "No it isn't. It's from a friend if you must know."
Oliver tilted his head to the side, "A friend? You mean you actually have one?"
"Very funny Oliver."
"Yes almost as funny as your metaphor of a hollow wood tree and my head." He glared at her and leaned towards her, "Why?"
"Oh come on! It was a good article!"
"Not that!" Oliver aid and narrowed his eyes, "Why me? Why do you always write about me? Are you a fan of the Chudley Cannons or something?"
"No actually I'm a die hard fan of Puddlemore."
"Than WHY?"
"You're an easy target." She grinned as he gritted his teeth, "Well and the fact that you just irk me."
"How so?"
Rina smiled, "Now why would I tell you? Then you might ruin my ideas for stories!" Smiling brightly she reached over and patted him on the cheek, "Just be happy and know that since you've been in the articles we've had an all time high on selling's."
"I'm honored to know that everyone even some Muggles now know about my hollow head." He grunted and turned his cheek on her. "If you'll excuse me I have some friends waiting for me."
Rina laughed and waved him off, "Oh leave Wood before I get an inspiration."
Oliver grunted and rolled his eyes at her before running back over to the boys.
***Ministry of Magic, Department of International Magical Cooperation*** "Arggh my toe!" A file was dropped and a whole stack joined it as Angie knocked them over.
"Having trouble?" A throat cleared form the doorway and Angie looked up. She instantly straightened.
"Mr. Crouch!"
"Ah that's alright dear, call me Barty."
Angie nodded and started gathering the files again, "Yes sir Mr.-Barty. Did you need something?"
"Actually." He stepped forward and flattened his hair lightly as some of it got in his eyes. "I have an assignment for you."
Angie set the files down and nodded for him to continue.
"The Quidditch World Cup is coming up as you know and we need two of our employee's to go there and be in charge of the 'security' and such. You know making sure the portkeys are where they're supposed to be." Mr. Crouch said and trailed of letting her think on it.
"I'd be honored Mr. Crouch! I'm just amazed that you'd let me do it!"
"Yes.although you are new, I feel you would do a better job then some at this. Of course to be fair you will be assistant to another. But don't worry I believe you two will get along greatly. All of your strongest qualities are shared. Those qualities.the one's I picked you both on that is."
"Oh it doesn't matter sir! I'm honored to even be considered to help at all!" She paused a little, "But what qualities are they?"
"Well you both are very determined, always turn your work in on time, and are very dedicated to rules and work." He said within one breath.
Angie rose an eyebrow, "I'm sorry to say sir but I have no idea who you are talking about. I haven't met anyone here who follows those guidelines."
Mr. Crouch seemed slightly shocked yet understood, "I see.you wouldn't have. He's been diligently working since you began here so you wouldn't have had the chance. His name is Percy Weasley."
Angie blinked, "The one who wrote the report on the cauldron leaks a couple years ago?"
Mr. Crouch nodded, "Ah yes that's him! Though he's come very far since then."
Angie nodded and adjusted her glasses, "Ok so when do we start?"
"In about a week.but I suggest you get to know him better first. SO go have a talk with him sometime. But for now I'm still waiting for your report on the Eastern area's Muggle involvement on the current troll situation." He said and started walking out of the room. "I'll send you the details on your assignment as soon as I get them written up and tell Mr. Bagman of your names."
Angie took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes as she watched him exit. "Why do I have the feeling I'm going to need another bottle of aspirin?"
Sighing she sat back down and sorted through the files trying desperately to finish her report. Stopping for a second she wrote down something on a piece of paper, 'Percy Weasley.'
~~~~~END
Part 1/?
Disclaimer: Don't own em.though we all wish we did.
Notes: When I read Goblet of Fire I was very sad to see Mr. Barty Crouch Senior be killed by his son. So as a dedicated fan I decided to just forget he was killed and had a son(that ungrateful little brat!). There may be more mistake son plot of characters and such but I truly wanted it this way! Well read on and enjoy!
Summary: Loverina is an ever-famous writer for the Daily Prophet: Head in charge in fact. Her most recent target: Oliver Wood. Can Oliver 'keep his cool' with the Quidditch World Cup so close? And can Angie and Percy find a way to sort out all the mishaps that are domed to happen during their new assignment? Add a little bit of Bartemius Crouch's meddlesome matchmaking into all of this and you're sure to have a fanfic to boot! So go on and read on I DARE YA!
***Dragon Heart Café***
"Oh that woman is so infuriating!" Oliver cried and slammed the latest addition of the Daily Prophet down on the café table. The picture of him on the front page with the article titled, Hollow Wood?, taunting him. His face was read in anger as he looked around the small room at his close friends. It was Tuesday, the day that he and his friends spent going over life, work and the latest news and such.
"I can't believe it! I say one thing and she exaggerates it so far from the truth it can't even be considered the truth!"
"Oi Oliver calm down!" Cory Marques, the Puddlemore Seeker, laughed and patted him on the back, "At least she was nice about it this time."
Oliver breathed deeply and glared at a pair of strangely quiet red heads. "Well George? Fred? Any comments from the Peanut gallery?"
"No cap'in!" Fred said jokingly and saluted his former Gryffindor captain from Hogwarts. George snickered and bit his tongue as Fred barely missed Oliver's fist coming towards his head.
Oliver groaned and put his heads in his hands and leaned his elbows on the table, "Why is it that she always seems to get the trash on me? How's she finding it all out?"
Suddenly the dinging of bells from the doorway made the three companions of Wood look up. Fred and George groaned and slouched in their chairs as they saw their elder brother.
"Hello Oliver! Cory!" Percy paused as he reached the table and glared at his brothers, "Fred, George."
They all muttered small replies and Percy took that as his sign as he sat in the last seat at the table. Oliver looked up with hooded eyes at his friend, "Hey Perc, read the paper today?"
"Of course." Percy smiled lightly and rubbed his eyes, "Honestly Oliver its not that big of a deal. It was a well written article."
Oliver groaned and slouched in his chair, "You'll be saying that when she starts writing discriminating articles about YOU!"
Percy shook his head at this and waved for a waiter to come over.
The blond woman chewed on the end of her pencil lightly, "What can I get for you? The usual I suspect?"
Percy nodded graciously at her and turned back to Oliver. "Come on it'll be ok!"
"Oh stuff it Perc he feels bad enough without your artificial happiness oozing over him." Fred glared at him and reached over stealing a fry from Cory's plate.
Cory glared and kicked him under the table, "Watch it Weasley or I might be forced to kill the one thing standing between you and your children." Fred jumped and instinctively covered his crouch area.
Oliver laughed and sat up, "Ok I'm done being all gloomy now.So, I heard there was a new member on the staff of the Ministry.in your department I believe," He grinned at Percy, "I hear she's quite the looker for a brain that is."
Percy blinked, "Umm.well I haven't met her yet, I've been kinda busy with the new assignment and all."
George laughed at this, "Figures! Percy if you don't get a girlfriend soon mom's gonna start thinking your gay!"
"George its you I'm worried about, remember I just got out of a five year relationship." Percy said bitterly.
As Fred was about to reply for his brother the door jingled yet again and another familiar face walked in. However unlike before Oliver wasn't even close to being as happy to see this person.
"Oh great here comes the brawd now!" Oliver sat there watching th woman's movements.
She walked over towards the front of the café and sat at an empty booth and immediately got out a parchment and began reading.
Oliver got to his feet, "I'm gonna go give her a piece of my mind!" Before any of them could stop him he walked over to the beautiful lady and sat down angrily in front of her.
Percy sipped his just arrived butterbeer, "He' setting himself up you know."
"Yes he is Percy, yes he is.." Cory laughed and kicked Fred in the shin.
Loverina read over the letter from her friend over and over again and yet she still found it hilarious. The whole letter was just her friend, Angie, complaining. About her ex, about her job, about her lack of boyfriends, and well about everything and anything.
She giggled slightly as she read over the last line again, 'And so I leave you now, to go and engage myself in more useless chatter with the lackeys of Crouch.'
If Loverina, or Rina as Angie affectionately called her, hadn't spent half of her life knowing Angie she might have been offended or scared at this attitude. But alas, having known Angie had its advantages. For example, she never had to worry about not having a letter in the mail. In fact it was Angie who with much persuasion had convinced her to write her famous romance novel, 'The Moonlit Beach.'
She was about to put the letter away when a voice said dryly from in front of her, "Seem to be enjoying the letter.what'd you do steal it from some unsuspecting victim of your next rumor."
Rina smiled and set the letter down, "No it isn't. It's from a friend if you must know."
Oliver tilted his head to the side, "A friend? You mean you actually have one?"
"Very funny Oliver."
"Yes almost as funny as your metaphor of a hollow wood tree and my head." He glared at her and leaned towards her, "Why?"
"Oh come on! It was a good article!"
"Not that!" Oliver aid and narrowed his eyes, "Why me? Why do you always write about me? Are you a fan of the Chudley Cannons or something?"
"No actually I'm a die hard fan of Puddlemore."
"Than WHY?"
"You're an easy target." She grinned as he gritted his teeth, "Well and the fact that you just irk me."
"How so?"
Rina smiled, "Now why would I tell you? Then you might ruin my ideas for stories!" Smiling brightly she reached over and patted him on the cheek, "Just be happy and know that since you've been in the articles we've had an all time high on selling's."
"I'm honored to know that everyone even some Muggles now know about my hollow head." He grunted and turned his cheek on her. "If you'll excuse me I have some friends waiting for me."
Rina laughed and waved him off, "Oh leave Wood before I get an inspiration."
Oliver grunted and rolled his eyes at her before running back over to the boys.
***Ministry of Magic, Department of International Magical Cooperation*** "Arggh my toe!" A file was dropped and a whole stack joined it as Angie knocked them over.
"Having trouble?" A throat cleared form the doorway and Angie looked up. She instantly straightened.
"Mr. Crouch!"
"Ah that's alright dear, call me Barty."
Angie nodded and started gathering the files again, "Yes sir Mr.-Barty. Did you need something?"
"Actually." He stepped forward and flattened his hair lightly as some of it got in his eyes. "I have an assignment for you."
Angie set the files down and nodded for him to continue.
"The Quidditch World Cup is coming up as you know and we need two of our employee's to go there and be in charge of the 'security' and such. You know making sure the portkeys are where they're supposed to be." Mr. Crouch said and trailed of letting her think on it.
"I'd be honored Mr. Crouch! I'm just amazed that you'd let me do it!"
"Yes.although you are new, I feel you would do a better job then some at this. Of course to be fair you will be assistant to another. But don't worry I believe you two will get along greatly. All of your strongest qualities are shared. Those qualities.the one's I picked you both on that is."
"Oh it doesn't matter sir! I'm honored to even be considered to help at all!" She paused a little, "But what qualities are they?"
"Well you both are very determined, always turn your work in on time, and are very dedicated to rules and work." He said within one breath.
Angie rose an eyebrow, "I'm sorry to say sir but I have no idea who you are talking about. I haven't met anyone here who follows those guidelines."
Mr. Crouch seemed slightly shocked yet understood, "I see.you wouldn't have. He's been diligently working since you began here so you wouldn't have had the chance. His name is Percy Weasley."
Angie blinked, "The one who wrote the report on the cauldron leaks a couple years ago?"
Mr. Crouch nodded, "Ah yes that's him! Though he's come very far since then."
Angie nodded and adjusted her glasses, "Ok so when do we start?"
"In about a week.but I suggest you get to know him better first. SO go have a talk with him sometime. But for now I'm still waiting for your report on the Eastern area's Muggle involvement on the current troll situation." He said and started walking out of the room. "I'll send you the details on your assignment as soon as I get them written up and tell Mr. Bagman of your names."
Angie took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes as she watched him exit. "Why do I have the feeling I'm going to need another bottle of aspirin?"
Sighing she sat back down and sorted through the files trying desperately to finish her report. Stopping for a second she wrote down something on a piece of paper, 'Percy Weasley.'
~~~~~END